Man in the Dream

It was that brutal man again!

Qin Xin's wrists were pinned, leaving her unable to move. Seizing an opportunity, she flipped her toes, aiming for the man's weak point, and kicked upward with all her might.

She hadn't been prepared last time, but this time, she was determined to cripple him!

However...

Before her toes could move even half an inch, the man seemed to predict her every move. With swift, ruthless precision, he pinned her small feet between his knees!

Her heels struck the edge of the bathtub.

The pain nearly brought tears to her eyes!

Damn it, the combat skills she took such pride in were completely useless in front of this man; she couldn't unleash them at all.

She rarely encountered an opponent with such overwhelming strength.

"Who are you..."

Qin Xin questioned, her voice trembling.

Yet, it felt as if her throat had been sealed; she couldn't produce a coherent sound at all.

In contrast, the man's voice was low and chilling, every word sending a jolt of alarm through her: "You want me to kill you, hmm?"

Death was not terrifying.

What was terrifying was that the "kill" he spoke of didn't seem to be the simple kind of "killing" she understood...

In the pitch-black night, what was this dangerous, unfamiliar man going to do to her?

Qin Xin had never feared anyone.

But in this instant, a faint tremor rose from the depths of her heart...

"Who exactly are you?"

"Don't come any closer--!"

"Ah--!"

Her phoenix eyes snapped open; she was awake.

It had only been a dream.

She sat up, clutching the quilt to calm her erratic heartbeat.

In the dormitory, the shallow breathing of her roommates filled the air.

There were four people in this room; the other three were not from the medical school, and she didn't know them.

Because she was ugly, she was like transparent air; no one noticed her existence when she left or returned.

She sat there quietly.

Lonely and cold.

In this moment, she suddenly felt a longing for that small red pear-wood bed in the Qin Family, the one she had slept in for over a decade.

Back when she was a child, before the Qin Family had fallen into decline, she had caused a sensation at a family gathering when her IQ was tested and the results went off the charts!

Overjoyed, her mother had the family's old carpenter custom-make that small bed as a gift for her.

The red pear wood alone had cost millions, not to mention the priceless, one-of-a-kind hand-carved details.

Qin Wenrou had been particularly fond of that red pear-wood bed, claiming it had plant-based spiritual energy and made for sweet dreams, always wanting to come over and sleep in it.

As the eldest daughter of the family, she had been willing to give up anything good for her frail and sickly younger sister—toys, clothes, jewelry, even her own life plans had been compromised and redirected to accommodate her sister's medical treatments... but she had never given up that bed.

Because she liked to sleep alone.

If someone was beside her, she couldn't sleep.

Qin Wenrou had cried and thrown tantrums over it several times, but she had never once backed down.

She had once felt quite guilty, wondering if she hadn't been generous enough.

But at this moment...

Damn it, she felt that was the only non-idiotic thing she had done in her previous life!

One's own things should never be given to anyone else!

Otherwise, if concession becomes a habit, others will simply take it for granted!

Qin Xin closed her eyes.

She suddenly thought of a question: if she were sleeping in her familiar little bed, would the man from her dreams be able to get lost?

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Because she hadn't slept well all night, Qin Xin spent most of her classes the next morning catching up on sleep.

She had no appetite at lunch in the cafeteria and only drank some medicinal soup.

Xiangxiang pulled out a mobile phone with a mysterious air: "Little Miss, your phone was broken in the car accident. This is from Young Master Jue; he said you aren't allowed to play with it during class..."

A gift from her cheap brother?

Qin Xin fiddled with it casually.

The phone had no brand, was pitch black, and looked quite ugly; it was likely a factory test model.

The kind that gets sold to employees at a discount after testing.

What a stingy, stingy brother!